Thursday, May 29, 2008

I've always had a lot of respect for parents of young children, but after a day spent tending my niece, my admiration is through the roof. I had no idea how tired watching over an 8 month old could make a person. Don't get me wrong, I loved every minute of it, she's a sweetheart who was pretty much an angel (she even saved her messy diapers until her mom got home.) But still, you have to be on watch the entire time to make sure they don't roll off the bed, pull the dog's tail or put something in their mouths.

I can hardly believe how much she changes every day. When I left in February, her major occupation was spitting up - so much so that she wore a bib at all times and you didn't pick her up without a rag. Now she hardly spits up, but drools and babbles a lot. The one thing that hasn't changed is how much she loves her mom and prefers her over every other person, and I think that is just as it should be.

A line from an old Rolling Stones song always makes me think of her, "Ruby Tuesday":

When you change with every new day

One of my favorite groups, The Corrs, remade the song with the help of Ron Wood it's one of my favorites:

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

It's difficult to explain just how wonderful it feels to be home. Sleeping in my own bed Thursday night was heavenly. Using my very own washing machine AND dryer was a luxury and getting behind the wheel was only a little bit scary.

The best part was going to Aurora Friday night to spend the weekend with my family. Hanging out with Sadie (my dog) was so fun. I know she doesn't see me a lot, but I swear she remembers me. Perhaps even better was seeing how much my niece Maggie has grown and how much more fun she is to be with now, she's more active and has the cutest laugh. I'll do about anything to make her giggle. I truly love spending time with my family, they make me laugh, they love me for exactly who I am and support what I do, even when they don't understand it.

Being home in Aurora, surrounded by the family is the place I feel safest in the world. It's a place where I can leave the stress of the world behind and just feel at peace.

Little Big Town had a song a couple of years ago that evokes the sense of peace I feel when I go home, "Bring it on Home"

You've got someone hereWants to make it all rightSomeone that loves you moreThan life right hereYou've got willing arms that'll hold you tightA hand to lead you on through the night right hereI know your heart can getAll tangled up insideBut don't you keep it to yourself

When your long day is overAnd you can barely drag your feetThe weight of the worldIs on your shouldersI know what you needBring it on home to me

The best part about a 14 hour flight (if you are lucky enough to be on an airline that offers video on demand) is the chance to catch up on the movies you've missed. Between Doha, Qatar and Washington DC I managed to watch:

The Bucket ListAugust RushNational Treasure 2CloverfieldI Am Legend

A good way to pass the time. To bad I had another 8 1/2 hours in flight on planes with no movies. I filled this time reading and listening to music. As usually, the Shuffle genie picked a song that was a perfect accompaniment for my trip, Julie Robert's "Mama Don't Cry"

I remember standing at the end of the drivewayLooking down that highway wondering how far it goesAnd I can feel your hand resting on my shoulderHear you saying, baby, don't forget when you're grownThat road will always lead you home

It's a wide, wide world looking out this windowThirty thousand feet above the ground I grew up onJust a small town girl out here chasing rainbowsDoing what I can to stand up on my ownYou taught me well, you raised me rightSo Mama don't cry

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

I'm finally on my way home, it'll take a couple of days, but soon I'll get to see my wonderful home, family and friends. This visit to India has been an incredible experience. It's opened my eyes and my heart to so many things. It's been difficult to be surrounded by the overwhelming poverty here every day, I don't know how you can spend much time here with out having your heart break a little each time you see a dirty child in the street begging for a few coins so they can eat. Or driving past the "tent" cities in the most unimaginable places. The only thing that helped me get through each experience was my faith and the knowledge that there is a greater plan and that there are things in life that are much more important than money or possessions.

India a place that makes you question who you are and how you live your life. I hope the lessons and things I've learned here will be with me forever. The last couple of days I've found myself singing a song I thought was completely cheesy when it first came out, but after experiencing India, I think I have a better understanding of it now: "Thank U" from Alanis Morissette:

The moment I let go of it wasThe moment I got more than I could handleThe moment I jumped off of it wasThe moment I touched down

Thank you IndiaThank you providenceThank you disillusionmentThank you nothingnessThank you clarityThank you, thank you silence

Monday, May 19, 2008

This weekend L and I checked out a fancy new shopping mall here in Delhi.It was shiny and exactly like a mall in the US. At first it was exciting to shop in a place with familiar stores (Lush, my favorite store in the world, Swatch, Levi, Puma, etc) but very quickly it lost its charm, it felt just like every other mall in the world. We didn’t feel like we were in India anymore.I missed the gritty, craziness of the markets here. I’ve decided I’ll save the mall for those times when I just need a break and want to go someplace familiar, but the rest of the time, I’ll stick to the local markets (thanks to L for the photos.)

In honor of my sudden onset of insomnia and the lack of sleep I'm going to get over the next couple of nights while I'm traveling, here's one of my favorites, The Corrs "Long Night"

Friday, May 16, 2008

I couldn't sleep last night because I couldn't turn my mind off, I kept going over all the things I need to do in the next couple of days to get ready to leave. Deciding which things to take home with me and what to leave here, finishing a transition plan for work and saying good bye. I must have carried these thoughts in my head all night because when I woke up this morning I couldn't get a line from a song out of my head:

I'm going homeBack to the place I belong

I wanted to hear the rest of it (I could only remember the one line.) I was sure it was a 3 Doors Down song, but couldn't remember which one, so I started digging through my files trying to find it. I finally turned to google and discovered I was searching in the wrong place, the line comes from Daughtry's "Home."

No matter who sings it, its the perfect song to get me going today. Working through my list of to dos is much easier when I remember why I'm doing all this work.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I'm in full countdown mode - mind full of things I need to wrap up so I can leave India for a few weeks and yet unable to concentrate because all I can think about is getting home to see my family, my cute little house up on the hill, adorable Sadie and amazing Maggie.

It seems that when I get into countdown mode all I listen to are songs that remind me of home, I downloaded a new song this week which is a perfect fit for my mood, "Home" by Blake Shelton. It's a beautiful song, and the lyrics describe just how I feel about life right now, I'm a very lucky girl who loves her job and the adventure of India, but still, all I can think about this week is how much I want to go home.

I can't wait for my plane to land in DC next Wednesday so I can spend my first night in 3 months in the US or to drop in on my old home Dallas on Thursday, even if all I get to see is the airport for a couple of hours, but more than anything I can't wait to see those Wasatch Front Mountains out of the window of the airplane. It doesn't matter how long I've been gone or where I've been, when I see those mountains below me I feel at peace. I know I'll soon be back Home.

Another summer dayHas come and gone awayIn Paris and RomeBut I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded byA million people IStill feel all aloneI wanna go home

Another airplaneAnother sunny placeI'm lucky I knowBut I wanna go home

Let me go homeI'm to far from where you areI wanna come home

And I feel just like I'm living someone else's lifeIt's like I stepped outsideWhen everything was going rightAnd I know just why you could notCome along with meThis was not your dreamBut you always believed in me

Let me come homeI've had my runBaby I'm doneI'm coming back homeLet me come homeIt will all be alrightI'll be home tonightI'm coming back home

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

After a great dinner, my flat mates and I jumped into rickshaws (pedal powered type) and headed home. I'd grabbed the first one and was in the lead. Just as we passed over the bridge, P & E pulled pass and informed me we were racing and they were now in the lead. My driver picked up the pace and Sawyer Brown started playing in my head,

Now the race is on and here comesPride in the backstretchHeartaches going to the inside

I lost the race, but I have a feeling I'll be singing this song for the rest of the week.

Just as I was getting ready to go to bed last night, I heard that there had been some bombs in Jaipur a city about 160 miles from Delhi. After a quick call home to assure everyone I was fine and that I was no where near the problems I quickly fell asleep. I got up this morning and have worked like mad to prepare for a presentation this afternoon. I finally got a break stopped to read the reports on the bombing and to reflect. With the cyclone in Myanmar, the earthquake in China and now the bombing in India, this has not been a great week for Asia. It's a simple reminder that life is precious and we should cherish each day we have.Pin It

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Just one week left here in Delhi (on this trip at least) and a line from a Mandy Moore song keeps running through my head:

I'm looking forward to looking back at these days

Being here has been amazing, I've experiences so much and had a great time. But it has also been hard work at the end of the day I'm more tired than usual, and it's only gotten worse as its gotten hotter. I'm ready to go home, but I'm always going to treasure the memories I've made here.

Still, when I walk past women like this I feel very blessed.The baskets at their feet will soon be on their heads as they carry the dirt and rocks all over the building sites. And, yet, even doing dirty work like this, they are dressed in beautiful, colorful sarees. (Thanks to Leo for the great photo.)

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mom - you taught me I could be anything I wanted, that I could make any dream come true. Through your example I learned the importance of dedication, of taking responsibility, and thinking of the feelings of others before yourself. Without you, I'd be nothing.

I won't be with you today, but I'll be thinking of you. In your honor, from one of my favorites, Jeff Buckley, "Mama, You Been on My Mind"

Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flatAn' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at,Or maybe it's the weather or something like that,But mama, you been on my mind.

When you wake up in the mornin' and look inside your mirror,You know I won't be next to you, no, I won't be near.I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clearAs someone who has had you on his mind.

I hope you can see yourself the way we see you, as the woman who gave us the best of herself and showed us through example how to be strong, resourceful and loving. I love you.
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Friday, May 9, 2008

I had an early morning visitor in my apartment yesterday. He was so big I could see him from across the room without my contacts in. I'm proud to say I didn't scream (but I did move far from him until I came up with a strategy to get him far from me.) I let him keep his life, just returned him to nature - I hope he doesn't repay my kindness by bringing friends back to party.

After removing my little friend I was off to the airport for a overnight visit to Pune, India, a great city. The entire flight, Mary Chapin Carpenter's "The Bug" kept playing over and over in my head

Sometimes your the windshieldSometimes your the bug

Here's hoping that by sparing the bug I get a dose of good karma.
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Sunday, May 4, 2008

It's been a Ray LaMontagne day for me, listening to his voice makes me feel like I'm wrapped up in a bubble of comfort and peace. He is somehow gruff and warm at the same time - perfect for a rainy day or a day when it's 112 and too hot to go out.

I could never pick a favorite song, but today I've hit repeat on "Be Here Now" several times. I think the lyrics resonate with me as I start counting down the days until I leave Delhi (for a while at least.)

Don't let your mind get weary and confusedYour will be still, don't tryDon't let your heart get heavy childInside you there's a strength that lies

Don't let your soul get lonely childIt's only time, it will go byDon't look for love in faces, placesIt's in you, that's where you'll find kindness

Be here now, here now

I'm working on being more "present" in my life and not just looking forward to the next thing. For years I thought life will really begin when...(insert random thing I thought I needed for happiness.) I'm slowly realizing that I have an amazing life, I have adventures that I couldn't even imagine a decade ago and I should be enjoying every minute and not waste time thinking things would be perfect if I had more money, a great guy to share life with or a kid to raise.

I know without a doubt there is a reason I'm on this path in life, which I'll admit can be lonely at times, I may not know the reason today, but I'm sure it will slap me in the face eventually. In the meantime, I'm going to keep trying to find happiness and contentment in each day, enjoying each experience for exactly what it is.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

After two months here I thought I was getting the hang of the wrong-side of the road business, but I recently came out of the house to get in the car with our driver to go to the market, I walked right up to the car and opened the door and then I heard laughter, our very polite driver was laughing at me because I was about to get in the drivers side.

I joined in the laughter and asked Pankaj (who is a genius driver) if he didn't want me to drive him to the market today. A look of horror crossed his face before he laughed a bit harder and assured me he was happy to take me anywhere I wanted to go, which is quite a blessing since I don't think I'm up for the adventure of driving in Delhi.

In honor of time in India, here's a song that I use to pump myself up for new experiences, here is Angels & Airwaves "The Adventure"

My eyes are opened up with pure sunlightI'm the first to know my dearest friendsEven if your hope as burned with timeAnything that's dead shall be re-grown

Hey, oh, here I am (do this with me)And here we go, life's waiting to begin